Olden Days I one

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”Everything was so much better in the good old days!” Gun Roswell

Olden Days

 Laundry Day

When airing, your clean or dirty laundry
Just make sure, to not show off anything tawdry
People, these days, are so easily offended
And then, you will only get arrested
Even if to all your mistakes and faults you confessed
And told them all, it wasn’t even your dress there

So now, trying to explain your way out of this big mess
As the old school clothes seemed to be so filled with holes, no less

“But they were just fine a minute ago, or maybe it was ten years, I really don’t know,
Tell me why I should perfectly good garment away throw,
Even with big, see through holes,
They really keep me nice and cool, when the wind blows”

The argument for and against may have taken too long
In the end, the end results for either side were none too strong

Today, once again, is laundry day
My raggedy old things, on the washing line sing
The same old broken song,
Even joining, is the odd thong

“We may be old and worn, but we will not be scorned
By anyone’s looks of long, as there is nothing with us wrong (not really)
And we will hold together, with a thinnest of tethers
Until we are discarded, and into carpets yarn
So, never mind us here, just look over there!”

Hoist the Sails I three

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell

Hoist the Sails

Close to the mountains

Close enough to the seashore
As I try to some mountains score
That is simply, because
I really want a picture perfect to adore

So now, here I am, browsing
The sea line slowly drowsing
Hoping for that best of scenes
In my view point to achieve

Maybe not today, maybe not to tomorrow
But I know that even if I have to borrow
An image from some other land
I will get my mountain view as here I stand (or sail)

Hoist the Sails I two

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell

Hoist the Sails

Alone at the seas

In the middle of nowhere
Nothing to see and nothing to guide her
The tiny vessel with a lonesome sail
You and her, looking mighty frail

Prayers and wishes are of no use
But turning back you totally refuse
Still running low on supplies and fuse
Wondering “what the hell am I to do?”

Then it gets darker, now that wasn’t smarter
Surely we are doomed, and it’s all ending too soon
Alas, a few dots of light, in the high skies
Suddenly appear, an all that shaking fear, will completely disappear

When steering by the northern star
The land can never be too far
And finding a safe harbor, not a huge labor
Any longer, and as closer you get, feeling of living another day, getting so much stronger

Hoist the Sails I one

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“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell

Hoist the Sails

Near the coast line

When a total newbie by the sea
And all you want to do is to just flee
Then turn your head towards the gleam
Of the sun shining prettier than ever seen
Close your eyes for a moment please
Now wish upon the glittering beams
Of the reflections on the surface
Fe the yearning, your insides burning
The open your eyes, don’t you feel just fine?
And completely ready to the demands of the ocean comply?
Then set sail, never being afraid
Towards the future as you let the seaside you nurture

Morning Light

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“Catch the sunrise in the early morning hours” Gun Roswell

Morning Light

In the early morning hours
Waking up to the smell of flours
And after taking my shower
I head on to the harbour

It is still quite dark
As my bicycle I park
But after having thought smart
I got to a head start

While everyone else was sleeping
Of the sunlight powerful dreaming
I got to see the vision so extreme
Of the early morning light pristine

The sun slowly ascending
Behind the waters edge sending
Chills down my spine, as so splendid
The reflections of the rays trending

What a view for the day
I wish that I could longer stay
But as I slowly walk away
I feel the warmth and light on every sway

Some kind of Grass (4)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Seat on the grass

A small size seat
On the grass so neat
Soon to be devoured completely
Into the growing grass so neatly
There is no time to react
Just accept the simple fact
Grass always grows
Every single where!

Some kind of Grass (3)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Fenced in and out

The grass growing wild
In the nature open wide
Neighbour decided
It was time for the divided
Putting up a fence
To keep out the green grass
But, alas!
Big was his surprise
When he saw with his own eyes
The nature cannot be contained
No matter what kind of chains
You try to wrap around
The very ground
Everything grows
Because it knows
That person is a fool
And needs to be schooled
In the ways
Of all things nature

Some kind of Grass (2)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Blue on white

Fluffy and cuddly
It appeared suddenly
Onto the roof top
In just on single hop

A grassy thing
But yes it could sing
Despite its appearance
In a colour of silence

Blue was it painted
By nature tainted
But it never faded
Into the background placid

Some kind of Grass (1)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

On the top of a tree

The stump of wood may be old
But a great nature’s pot of gold
It is for any kind of growth
To take its time and hold

Hollow, from a far it may look
But there is always a hook
And for grass it never took
Too much time to climb up the very nook

So what you may here see;

On the top of a very tall tree
As far and wide as the eye can see
The green grass is growing free

Streets travelled I five

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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell

Streets travelled 

Seats out of the blue
Painted in the same hue, a cool
Respite, to take a seat

Sitting down, feeling the cooling
Sensations, like diving, in to an ocean
But in a seat at

The bus stop, where all
Other people sit, as I start to
Fantasies of the waters waves

I realize people start to
Stare, some giving me an evil glare
And I realize I am

Moving my arms in a
Fashion of swimming, or who am I
Kidding, it’s a dream, it

Seems, but I don’t care
I feel fine and I continue until
I reach the sandy shore